So, apparently, I'm pregnant. I thought by this time in my life I understood the basics of the birds and bees. As the mother of two, I thought I had an advanced degree in it. Little did I know...
Yesterday, as Batman and I were walking through the parking lot to my tap class, the wind shifted my clothes. He glanced at me, patted my belly, and told me there was a baby in there. Wuh huh? Excuse me. "Mom, you have a fat belly. When it gets too fat, you have a baby. Your belly keeps more and more food in there until a baby comes out."
Gee, thanks. That's good for my self esteem, especially since I have just lost ten pounds. I guess I'll have to work harder at the weight loss.
The Spouse was not amused when I told him that I was pregnant. But he didn't pass out, so that's a good sign.
Yes, this was a wonderful opportunity to begin the sex ed discussion with Batman. But, in reality, we were walking into class and I didn't have the time. I know, I know, it's time to break out the book and go over it. I just hope he's not like Fudge, telling everyone from the mailman to the supermarket cashier.